A GOOD PLACE TO HIDE
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English
Susan looked for a good place to hide. She looked for a place in the garden where her brothers could not find her. They had a spider in a glass jar, and they said Susan must look at it. Susan did not like spiders.
She tried many hiding places in the garden. None of them were good enough.
At last Susan asked Nana who was knitting on the lawn:
“Do you know a very good place to hide?”
Nana looked around the garden ... then she said: “Hide behind the big oak tree near the fence. That is a good place to hide.”
Susan rode her bicycle to the big oak tree. She hid behind it and peeked out.
The lady next door looked over the fence.
“Hello, Susan,” said the lady next door, “are you hiding?”
“Yes,” said Susan, “but this is not really a good place to hide, is it?”
“No,” said the lady next door, “I can see you.”
“Please tell me ... where is a good place to hide?” asked Susan.
“Well, you could hide behind the tool shed. I could not see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode her bicycle across the garden to the tool shed.
She hid behind the tool shed and peeked out.
“Hello, Susan” said someone.
Susan turned. It was Mr. Gary, the man who came to cut the grass every week.
“Hello, Mr. Gary,” said Susan, “I’m hiding.”
“That’s good,” said Mr. Gary, “but I can see you, so you are not hiding too well.”
“Yes ... this is not a good place to hide, is it?” said Susan. “Mr. Gary, do you know a good place to hide?”
“Let me see now,” said Mr. Gary. He looked around the garden. “There’s a good place to hide. Hide behind that big rosebush. I will not be able to see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode off on her bicycle to hide behind the big rosebush.
She hid there until the mailman came through the garden gate.
She tried many hiding places in the garden. None of them were good enough.
At last Susan asked Nana who was knitting on the lawn:
“Do you know a very good place to hide?”
Nana looked around the garden ... then she said: “Hide behind the big oak tree near the fence. That is a good place to hide.”
Susan rode her bicycle to the big oak tree. She hid behind it and peeked out.
The lady next door looked over the fence.
“Hello, Susan,” said the lady next door, “are you hiding?”
“Yes,” said Susan, “but this is not really a good place to hide, is it?”
“No,” said the lady next door, “I can see you.”
“Please tell me ... where is a good place to hide?” asked Susan.
“Well, you could hide behind the tool shed. I could not see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode her bicycle across the garden to the tool shed.
She hid behind the tool shed and peeked out.
“Hello, Susan” said someone.
Susan turned. It was Mr. Gary, the man who came to cut the grass every week.
“Hello, Mr. Gary,” said Susan, “I’m hiding.”
“That’s good,” said Mr. Gary, “but I can see you, so you are not hiding too well.”
“Yes ... this is not a good place to hide, is it?” said Susan. “Mr. Gary, do you know a good place to hide?”
“Let me see now,” said Mr. Gary. He looked around the garden. “There’s a good place to hide. Hide behind that big rosebush. I will not be able to see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode off on her bicycle to hide behind the big rosebush.
She hid there until the mailman came through the garden gate.
- English
English
Louis Slobodkin
Born in Albany, New York, on February 19, 1903. He began the serious study of art at the age of 15, when he entered the Beaux Arts Institute of Design, where he studied sculpture, drawing, and composition. In his six years there, he won over 20 medals for his work, and was awarded the Louis Tiffany Foundation Fellowship.
In the 1930s and 1940s, he was very well known for his sculptures, became a part of the New Deal public works arts program, eventually heading the New York City Arts Project. His sculptures can be found in Washington, D.C. (the "Young Abe Lincoln" in the U.S. Dept. of the Interior building), New York City, and other cities.
Slobodkin married Florence Gersh, a poet and children's book writer in 1927, but he didn't immediately become involved with children's literature. He illustrated his first children's book in 1941, The Moffats, by his friend, Eleanor Estes, with whom he collaborated on five more books. In 1944, he won the Caldecott Medal for illustrating Many Moons, written by James Thurber. During his career, Slobodkin illustrated nearly 90 books, 50 of which he also wrote.
He and his wife, Florence, collaborated on five books from 1958 to 1969, including The Cowboy Twins (1960). Slobodkin's last book was Wilbur the Warrior, published in 1972. Mr. Slobodkin died in 1975.
Born in Albany, New York, on February 19, 1903. He began the serious study of art at the age of 15, when he entered the Beaux Arts Institute of Design, where he studied sculpture, drawing, and composition. In his six years there, he won over 20 medals for his work, and was awarded the Louis Tiffany Foundation Fellowship.
In the 1930s and 1940s, he was very well known for his sculptures, became a part of the New Deal public works arts program, eventually heading the New York City Arts Project. His sculptures can be found in Washington, D.C. (the "Young Abe Lincoln" in the U.S. Dept. of the Interior building), New York City, and other cities.
Slobodkin married Florence Gersh, a poet and children's book writer in 1927, but he didn't immediately become involved with children's literature. He illustrated his first children's book in 1941, The Moffats, by his friend, Eleanor Estes, with whom he collaborated on five more books. In 1944, he won the Caldecott Medal for illustrating Many Moons, written by James Thurber. During his career, Slobodkin illustrated nearly 90 books, 50 of which he also wrote.
He and his wife, Florence, collaborated on five books from 1958 to 1969, including The Cowboy Twins (1960). Slobodkin's last book was Wilbur the Warrior, published in 1972. Mr. Slobodkin died in 1975.